The battlefield in the city was already littered with corpses!
Out of the 113 Han Family men, only ten were left standing. At the same time, 4,000 of the Tibetan soldiers who had surrounded and killed these soldiers had died.
He didn't know what kind of belief made them so persistent. If one had to give an explanation, it would be the unique feelings of a nation with thousands of years of history and culture!
Ugh!
Jiang Ke and the remaining eight experts all leaned against each other.
Blood seeped out from their armor and flowed out from the gaps in their wrist guards.
They really wanted to close their eyes, but their responsibilities told them that they couldn't!
If he closed his eyes, he wouldn't be able to hold the knife. If he closed his eyes, he would give this road to the Central Plains to the Tibetans. No way!
Back to back, his legs were already weak. It was only because their backs were against each other and their weight was gathered together that they were able to stand and not fall.
Jiang Ke could no longer hold his spear. He could only pull out his sword and point it at the rebel soldiers who were afraid of them and were in a dilemma.
The other eight soldiers also held their sabers that had been chopped and chipped and pointed at the bandits.
They looked at the silver-armored and white-robed young general in the distance. No, it was the red-armored and red-robed young general.
Who knew that red clothes were originally white, and who knew that this young general was not a general?
They wanted to help him, but they were still surrounded. They could only watch as the large number of rebel soldiers slowly surrounded him.
Hah! Hah! Hah!
Yang Hao breathed heavily, his trembling hands stabbing the tip of the Bright Silver Plum Blossom Spear onto the corpse of the rebel soldier. At the same time, he used the end of the spear to support his back armor and stood up straight.
Although he was not a general, he had promised a real general that as long as he was alive in the Great Tang, he would be a real general!
General, how can you kneel and die in front of the rebel soldiers?
If he wanted to die, he could only die standing!
Drip! Drip!
It was unknown whether it was the blood of the rebel soldiers or his blood, but it was like rain. It was said that sweat was pouring down like rain, but his blood was pouring down like rain.
One could imagine how much blood had splattered on his body. One could imagine how much he had suffered and how much blood he had lost.
"Am I going to die?"
"I'd rather die standing than live on my knees. Only then can I live up to the title of General Ding Yuan of the Great Tang.”
Whoosh!
Yang Hao pulled out the blood-stained sword from his waist.
"Come on!"
He pointed his sword at Basang Jiaba, who was standing on the city tower and watching the show, and shouted angrily.
"Cowardly turtle, I can't even hold a gun anymore. Do you still not dare to fight?”
With a long howl, the rebel soldiers who wanted to surround and kill this general who would rather die than surrender stopped in their tracks.
Even they looked down on their own generals. The Tang generals could do this, but their Tibetan generals would only send their soldiers to their deaths.
Although they lived in the wilderness and had no culture, such a huge contrast could still be seen.
Basang Jiaba looked at his soldiers and retreated. This was a silent expression of his dissatisfaction. If they didn't fight, they would become a joke to the soldiers.
Haha!
"An arrow at the end of its flight. If you want to die under my rod so badly, I'll grant your wish.”
Ahhh!
Basang Jiaba jumped down from the city tower. After landing on the ground, he did a few gorgeous somersaults and jumped high into the air, wanting to smash Yang Hao with his Wolf Fang Rod.
Yang Hao only smiled faintly. At this moment, he was thinking a lot.
"Brother, I did my best."
"Grandson won't be able to return to the grandparents in that short fifteen minutes of memory.”
Thinking of this, Yang Hao's gaze was firm as he gripped his sword tightly.
Even though they knew they couldn't beat him, they still dared to draw their swords. This was the spirit and dignity of the Han family's soldiers!
Drink!
Suddenly, a loud shout came from behind.
His voice was extremely rough. Even before he arrived, just this voice alone made one's heart tremble.
Basang Jiaba, who was swinging his staff in the air, subconsciously widened his eyes. He saw a big man who was even bigger than him holding a black iron rod. He jumped from the roof with all his might and rushed towards him.
Tada!
Drive!
"Brothers, charge!"
They saw many well-equipped cavalrymen charging over.
The remaining 4,000 Tibetan soldiers were shocked. They had never seen such well-equipped, orderly, and imposing cavalry.
Clang!
The sound of metal colliding was unbearable for many people.
His voice was like a wave, scattering the dust on the ground.
Clang!
There was a clang. It was the sound of something hitting the city wall.
When the dust settled, only Basang Jiaba could be seen vomiting blood from the corner of his mouth. He was sitting in the corner of the wall in pain.
When the dust settled, they saw a tall and burly general holding a black iron rod in front of Yang Hao.
Yang Hao looked at the back of the man who completely blocked his line of sight. Only then did he understand what 'big man' meant.
Just now, when Basang Jiaba was about to kill him with his wolf fang stick, this big man suddenly charged over and hit him with his stick in the air.
The black iron rod collided with the Wolf Fang Rod, making a loud metal collision sound. The sound wave brought about a wave of air, sending sand and dust flying.
At the same time, the burly man landed safely!
Basang Jiaba was sent flying backward, his back smashing into the city wall, suffering internal injuries.
This power was simply not on the same level.
By the time everyone reacted, the ten-thousand-strong Tang cavalry had surrounded the four thousand rebel soldiers.
There were more than ten thousand of them. There was also a long line of cavalry rushing over, a total of thirty thousand cavalry.
The thief soldier was scared. He held his weapon and retreated shakily.
"You, who are you?"
Puchi!
Just as Basang Jiaba said this, he vomited blood again.
This power was too strong.
"Great Tang, Lieutenant General of the Left Guard, Su Lie!!”
Thunderbolt!
The sky was still clear, but Basang Jiaba and the Tibetan soldiers felt like they had been struck by lightning.
This name was too famous.
"Something's not right!"
"Isn't Su Lie leading troops in the Western Regions?”
"Why, why are you back?"
Among the rebel soldiers, there were those who knew Chinese and were shocked. Of course, they naturally did not know that Su Lie had already returned. The generals of the imperial court had also returned.
"It's here, it's finally here!"
Jiang Ke and the nine remaining soldiers cried.
Finally, the time had come.
They actually sent General Su Lie here.
When they arrived, they could rest.
The moment Jiang Ke and the others fell to the ground, the cavalrymen immediately hugged them and carried them to the General's Estate.
Their mission had been accomplished, and they had not let down the duty of the soldiers guarding the border!
Now, it was time for their main force to attack.
The cavalrymen directly stunned these rebel soldiers, not daring to move at all.
Su Lie no longer paid attention to Basang Jiaba, who was lying on the ground, half-dead. Killing him was too easy for Su Lie.
Su Lie turned around and looked at Yang Hao. His eyes turned red in an instant.
This was still a child!
He was already so old and so responsible. He had persisted until now. It was really beyond what he should bear at his age.
It was truly heartbreaking for the prosperous Great Tang to let a child, the descendant of a general, suffer such hardship.
"Child, are you alright?"
As he spoke, Su Lie's thick hand gently wiped the blood on Yang Hao's face!
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